Message-ID: <28627asstr$980773805@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Return-Path: <onegallus@yahoo.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <20010129061744.61169.qmail@web10306.mail.yahoo.com>
From: One Gallus <onegallus@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Holy Holly 2 (MF, swap, religion)
Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2001 08:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/28627>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: english, IceAltar
__________________________________________________
Do You Yahoo!?
Yahoo! Auctions - Buy the things you want at great prices.
http://auctions.yahoo.com/
<1st attachment, "Holy Holly 2.txt" begin>
HOLY HOLLY
By One Gallus
Part 2
The next day, I called my accountant. I
talked with him about the Forester's
proposal and ask him if he would look into
it.
"How big will this investment be?" he
asked.
"Mmm, probably around $200,000, maybe
more."
"Fax me the papers and I'll look it over.
It might be a week before I get back to
you."
"That's fine." I faxed the papers Holly
had left with me. Then I fell into my
class preparation for the next day.
On Wednesday afternoon, Edwin Forester
called me. "Ralph, Holly and I are
driving down to Cincinnati on Friday
afternoon. We have a conference with the
Religious Broadcasters Association. I'm
one of the speakers on Saturday. Several
potential investors will be there. You
could talk to them, if you wish. I'd like
for you and Barbara to attend with us."
"Well, I'll have to talk to Barb," I said.
"That'll be fine. Ralph, please don't
take this as high pressure. It's just a
part of what we all do to orient our
investors."
"I understand. I'll speak with Barb and
we'll let you know.
"OK. If you decide to go, tell Barbara to
let me know tonight at church. I need to
make reservations."
"Will do."
I put down the phone and sat down. Again
I pondered. Am I being courted for my
investment? Yes, I thought, I am. But
that would not be so unusual. Certainly
corporations would lobby me for a six-
figure investment. Likely, the Foresters
think they can get more. Sure, it's a
natural thing. Besides, I want to go to
Cincinnati with them and being close to
the plain-faced woman with the crook in
her nose was not the least of my
motivations.
Barb came in an hour later. She worked a
part time job at a religious book store in
the mall, working odd hours. But since
was Wednesday evening, a church night for
her, she was early. We usually ate out at
an inexpensive restaurant on Wednesdays,
so within the hour, we found ourselves
sitting across from one another at the
closest Bob Evans Restaurant. We had just
ordered, of all things, a country
breakfast at six-thirty in the evening.
As the waitress turned away with our
order, Barbara spoke, "Ralph, something
came up that I'd like to do, but I'm not
sure how you'll feel about it."
"Yes?"
"Well, Holly came into the bookstore
today. She spent a good deal of time with
me talking about. Well, you know, about
our sessions together."
"Indeed I do!" I smiled.
She reached across the table and took my
hand. She looked quite pretty tonight.
For a woman in her forties with a grown
daughter away at college, Barbara had kept
herself trim, effortlessly. She had
always been thin, and the latter years had
been kind to her, fleshing out the gaunt
angles rather than adding excess. I
looked down at her hand and noticed her
long fingers with the deep burnt orange-
colored nails. The skin was slightly
mottled and possessed that slight sheen
that it didn't have in her younger years
but she was still very much a vital woman.
The discovery Holly had helped her make of
her hidden sexuality boded well for our
future. She turned my hand over and began
to rub the palm with her thumb as she
talked.
"Well," she said, "Holly mentioned that
she and Edwin were going to Cinci on
Friday afternoon for a convention of
religious broadcasters. She said they go
every year and that it would be a nice
trip for us. She said you might get a
better idea of how religious broadcasting
works. Edwin speaks on Saturday, but other
than that, it can just be a nice outing
for us."
I noticed two things. Barbara spoke of
"Edwin" and not of "Brother Forester."
Also, I noticed that we had been double-
teamed. Still, given the amount of
potential capital involved, I shouldn't be
surprised that they were courting us.
I sat looking at her thumb, rotating in my
palm. "I don't know," I said, as if I
would possibly nix it.
"I mean," she said quietly, "I don't want
you to think I'm putting pressure on you
to get you into the church, or anything.
You know, I've always felt that was a
personal decision between you and the
Lord."
"Well Barb," I said, putting on a doubtful
frown, "doesn't it seem to you we're
getting awfully involved socially with the
Foresters?"
"Maybe. But I think this has to do with
the investment thing, mostly. But, is
that all bad, darling, you know, getting
socially involved with them?"
"No, I suppose not. We've had other
people over from the church."
"Ralph, did you know that Edwin was called
to the ministry when he was only twelve
years old?" she smiled in wonderment.
"Really, how did you find that out?"
"Holly told me. They met at Oral Roberts
University. He had already been preaching
for six years when he entered his freshman
year." Her eyes were bright as she spoke.
"Oh, I guess that explains the twang in
Holly's voice," I said.
"Yes, he's from Canton, Ohio, she's from
Oklahoma City."
"Wow! A culture clash!" I said,
chuckling.
"Holly told me she was a year older," said
Barb.
"Really?"
"She was in her sophomore year when he
began. She was a business major."
"I'll bet."
"I'll tell you a secret if you won't tell
anyone," she said.
I looked into her oval face. Everything
about her was autumn; from her wavy brown
hair, cut short and swept up, to her skin
color. Her hazel eyes sparkled
conspiratorially.
"Tell me, baby, I love secrets." I said.
"She seduced Edwin," she giggled.
"Really?"
"Yes! They were assigned to canvas a
neighborhood just before an Oral Roberts
Revival. They worked hard the first day.
On the second day, she took him to the Red
Roof Inn!" She giggled again and moved
her other thumb into my palm.
"Didn't that bother them, I mean, being so
religious and all?" I asked.
"It didn't seemed to. Holly said it was
the Lord working to move them together, to
make them a team. She said the Lord could
bring good things out of bad things, just
turn them inside out. She said thousands
of souls have been saved because she took
that eighteen-year-old boy to bed. They
sneaked around for three years and finally
married!" Her face was aglow with
excitement.
"And what do you think about that?"
"Well, the Lord moves in mysterious ways!"
she said, her eyes on our hands. After
all, they did get married!" she smiled,
glancing up at me, and then looking down
again. I knew this did not square with
Barbara's original code of behavior.
Since her sessions with Holly, she was
cutting a lot of slack here. In our own
case Barb had insisted on retaining her
virginity until our wedding night. I had
pressed her sorely, even had my fingers in
her pubic hair on one occasion, but she
resisted and pulled me away.
"It looks like you and Holly are almost
best friends."
"Yes, it does doesn't it?" she said,
finally holding my eyes. "We can talk to
each other about everything! I've never
had a friend like that before."
"Well, I must admit, you do seem to be a
happier person since you met her."
Just then, the waitress set down our meal
of sausage, gravy, eggs, biscuits and
American fries. We ate hungrily.
Afterward, we walked, hand in hand, to the
car. She said, "You never said what you
thought about the weekend outing."
"Sounds fine to me, babe, if you want to
do it." Tell'em we'll plan on it, but I
don't want to ride with them. We may want
to leave before they do. Tell'em we'll
drive our own car."
Edwin had booked a suite of three rooms at
the Marriotte Hotel, just off Interstate
75. There were two large bedrooms and
baths, with a living room separating the
two. It was furnished elegantly, with
tasteful Old World prints on the walls and
a large folding screen with European
peasant scenes painted on it. With my
schoolteacher's mentality, I thought it
all rather extravagant. However, as we
sat in the living room across the coffee
table from each other, on our own matching
couches, Edwin explained. "The
broadcasters are taking care of our rooms.
They do this every year for the keynote
speaker."
"But we're extra, I want to pay my part,"
I volunteered.
"Oh no! They always provide a room for
interested people from our church. You
are covered, don't worry about a thing!"
I had noticed that Edwin had simply signed
the check for the sumptuous steak dinner
we had enjoyed in the hotel restaurant. I
offered my credit card, but he declined,
saying, "Oh no! You're covered, you're
covered!"
The ladies both had gone into the
Forester's room. And we could hear them
giggling like schoolgirls through the
door. I knew such elegance was novel to
Barb and I was glad she could experience
this diversion for a weekend. I thought
about the thousands of dollars that were
being spent. Yet, Forester had brought
thousands of dollars into the coffers of
these broadcasters. He would probably
bring more. I supposed it was a fair
exchange, the American way of business.
"Do we need to meet some people tonight?"
I inquired.
"Ummm, not really." Forester said.
"They're displaying their exhibits at the
convention center tonight. My work will
primarily be tomorrow at eleven when I
give my speech. We can meet some
investors afterward. No, we'll stay right
here tonight. I think Holly has something
special planned for us anyway."
I was not surprised that Holly had planned
a surprise. I had found out personally
that she was full of them. A moment
later, the two women came out of the
Foresters' bedroom. They were each
dressed, almost identically, in a strange
overly long robe. It was made of a
neutral colored cotton material. I would
have said it was woven coarsely, like
burlap, but when I touched the outsized
sleeve of Barbara's robe, it felt quite
soft. Large soft cloths were draped over
their shoulders, like shawls. Barb's was
a rust color and Holly's was a dark blue.
They were both barefoot, their robes not
quite covering their feet. Barb's burnt
orange toenails contrasted with Holly's
colorless nails. Barb seemed a little
shy, almost embarrassed. Holly moved with
confidence and verve. The women came to
stand side by side between Edwin and I.
Barb stood close to me, and Holly was near
Edwin.
Holly cleared her throat and said,
"Tonight I want us to mark our friendship
with a ritual. But first, Barbara and I
must prepare the room. In your bedrooms,
gentlemen, is your own attire for the
night. Please remove everything on your
person. Then you must wash your whole
body. Then you must dress in the hand-
sewn garments we have supplied to you. Do
you agree sister?" she asked, turning to
Barbara.
"I agree," said Barbara nervously.
"Now, when you return, gentlemen, seat
yourselves exactly where you are now. Do
you accept this offer of the Grace of
Friendship?"
Edwin looked at me and grinned, shrugged
his shoulders and said, "I do." Well, I
reasoned, Holly had not disappointed me
thus far. So I said, "I do."
In the bedroom I found a robe, very much
like the robes the women were wearing,
folded and laid on the bed. I pulled my
clothes off and showered in the bathroom,
dried and came back to my room. I opened
my suitcase and absently picked out a tee
shirt and boxer shorts, which I slipped
on. I put the robe on over them and tied
the belt at the waist. Then I remembered
the restriction, "Dress in the hand sewn
garments we have supplied you." I removed
the robe, stripped naked and seeing no
hand-sewn underwear, put the robe over my
bare skin. In the floor, by the bed were
sandals. They were not the bulky sandals
of today, but a mere concoction of leather
soles with straps front and back and
rawhide cords to tie them on. I put them
on and looked into the full-length mirror
on the back of the door. I looked like
Charlton Heston's Moses from the neck
down.
I glanced at my watch on the dresser top.
I had been in the bedroom for over fifteen
minutes. I turned out the light and
cracked open the door. The living room
was very dim. A kind of new age choral
music filled the room but was barely
audible. Otherwise there was silence. I
saw nothing of the women. I made my way
to the couch and sat down on the middle
cushion, I could sense that the couches
had been pushed back from one another a
bit. The coffee table had been moved to
the side, along a wall and quite a number
of candles flickered on it. Edwin came
through his doorway. He sat, and we
waited for almost five minutes. I
followed his example and did not speak.
Then came a rustle and I knew the women
were on the move. They came out from
behind the painted screen carrying large
buckets. As Barbara neared me she knelt
and sat her bucket down in front of me, I
could see it was made of thick wood and
banded with metal rings, like an old-
fashion oaken bucket, but twice as large
and not quite as high. Barbara waited for
Holly to stand, and when she did, they
moved together, back behind the screen.
They made two more trips and each time
they carried with them a covered wooden
vessel, which they placed before each of
us, kneeling each time. They had not
spoken a word. They both stood and
brought the large colored cloths up over
their heads. Each was draped in such a
way that it resembled a nun's habit.
Holly spoke, "Some of churches still
practice in their services part of what we
are about to do tonight, but we have never
done so in our independent congregations.
Our tradition is that it was not a church
ordinance, but an act of hospitality and a
symbol of humility and token friendship.
My own family in Oklahoma practices this
ritual among its members, even today.
When a new, true friend comes into the
family circle, he is welcomed with this
ritual. For us to welcome you this way,
Ralph and Barbara, is a sincere emblem of
friendship and shows our open hearts of
love to you." The two women then turned to
face each other. "Now, I ask you, my
sister, do you accept this gesture of love
and friendship?"
"I do," said Barbara, almost in a whisper.
At that moment, I felt just a little silly
and very much self-conscious. However, in
the spirit of good sportsmanship, I was
willing to acquiesce for my wife's sake
and for the sake of my burning curiosity
about what Holly was up to.
Then both women, who had been facing each
other turned back toward us and knelt. On
their hands and knees, each slowly
approached her husband. Barbara bent over
my right foot and removed my sandal. Then
she slid the large bucket up to me and
placed my foot inside. I looked across to
the other couch and realized that Holly
was doing the same with Edwin. As I
lowered my foot, I felt lukewarm water in
the bottom. Then Barbara retrieved
another smaller wooden container and
poured a few drops of some sort of oil
into the water. She pulled back the
sleeves of her robe, baring her arms, and
grasped my foot with both hands. Then
with her hands moving slowly in the oil
and water, my wife washed my foot. She
washed the other one as well. The
sensation was wonderful and the ritual far
too brief. Then she removed the cloth
from her head, and dried each foot and
draped the cloth back over her head. She
replaced the covers on the vessels and
backed away, then knelt again, waiting for
Holly. Holly then backed into her
position by Barbara.
Both women assumed the pose of prayer,
with their heads bowed. Holly spoke
again: "Once, a great leader was once
invited into a man's home. But this
common token of humility and friendship,
which we here observe, was not offered to
him. However, a woman, who was an
adulteress, came to him. She came with a
vessel of precious ointment. She opened
it and poured it on his feet and washed
his feet with her hair. She kissed his
feet as she washed them. Thus she made
him her friend for life. The leader said
to her, `Your sins are forgiven.' And now,
O men, we two women are sinners also. We
have nothing to bring to you but
ourselves, and our desire to make you our
friends. For what ever offenses we have
committed against you, we ask your
forgiveness."
I sat transfixed at the beauty of the
ritual, and now, at its strange twist.
Then she spoke her final words, "Do you
grant this sincere petition? Edwin?"
"I do."
"Ralph?"
The feeling of being manipulated passed
over me but I said, "I do."
Then, to my surprise, both women kissed
each other on the lips. Looking directly
at Barbara, Holly said, "And now I ask you
again, my sister, do you embrace this
ritual of love and friendship with me?
Very plainly I heard my wife take a deep
breath, as if she were going to dive into
a deep pool of water. Then, barely above
a whisper she said, "I do."
I had presumed that just here, Holly would
utter a "whereas" speech and declare us
all friends for life and that would be the
end of the ritual. However, Holly bent
again to her hands and knees. She slowly
crossed in front of Barb heading toward
me. Then I watched as Barbara went on her
hands and knees to Edwin. Well, I
thought, just like Holly to get a little
touchy feely. Frankly, till Barbara had
washed my feet, I had not realized how
sensuous such an experience could be. I
sat anticipating the feel of this woman's
fingers on my feet, when it occurred to me
that similar vibrations had to be dancing
around in Edwin's loins as well. A
sensation I can only describe as "oddness"
swept through my body and my heart began
to pound.
Holly looked up at me through the dimness
where she knelt and smiled. She lifted
the hem of my robe and folded it back to
my knees. Then she spread the blue cloth
in front of me, lifting each of my feet
and arranging the cloth under them. Then
from the folds of her robe she took a
small red lacquered bottle. She removed
the cork from its long neck, and took one
of my feet in her hand. Then she poured
the oil over the top of my foot, and a
wonderful herbal aroma rose in the room.
I felt the thick oil slowly creep down the
top of my foot and into the crevices
between my toes. Then Holly sat the
bottle aside and began to massage my foot
with both her hands. She ran a slick
finger between each toe. Then she stooped
low and kissed the toes. Holly looked up
and me and smiled, her lips shining with
the oil. I sat open-mouthed and breathing
hard. Then Holly stooped again, this time
pulling her hair forward and rubbing it
against my foot. Then she showered it
with kisses it again.
She poured oil into her hand, then lifted
the foot so the sole was at eye level with
her lowered head, and rubbed the oil onto
my sole. Then she washed the sole with
her hair. Each movement was deliberate,
flowing into the next. It was a true
ritual, not a spontaneous game. Then she
began licking my foot, and kissing it. By
now, I was caught up in the sensuality of
the whole scene. I knew what was going on
across the room, and realized that Holly
had somehow instructed my wife in this
whole ceremony but by then I either didn't
care, or could not then bring myself to
look at what she was doing with another
man. My heart was thudding even louder as
Holly started on the other foot, repeating
the same ritual. Her tongue darted
between my toes then her mouth engulfed my
toes, sucking them lazily and slowly. At
the same time she ran her hands up the
length of my calf, massaging as she went.
Now she lay both my feet down and began
massaging up my calves, finally kneading
my lower thighs, just above the knee. I
shielded a considerable erection with my
hands over the robe, pressing down.
Holly smiled at me again and said, "Ralph,
Edwin has refused to take offense against
me during this ritual. Do you also
refused to take offense against your
wife?" She spread open my robe, which
gaped all the way up to my hand, which was
clamped over my penis.
I took a deep breath, wanting Holly to
continue. "I already said I would,
Holly." My voice was shaking.
"But if you cannot, I will end the ritual
now. I can stop it, and I will stop it!"
she whispered in a husky voice. Her hands
had stopped their movement and rested on
my thighs.
I looked over at my wife. She was
massaging Edwin's leg. She bent low and
with a flicking tongue, licked the length
of his calf, from the foot to the knee.
The naked soles of Barbara's white narrow
feet caught what little light was
flickering in the room. As she licked his
leg, her toes contracted, then relaxed
themselves. Her robe-covered ass was
twitching with each stroke of her tongue.
"But Holly," I said looking at her, "Is
this all right with Barbara?" I asked.
"She has already pledged to refuse
offense, you heard her. But, Ralph, does
she look as though this is not all right
with her?"
"No," I said in resignation. "She is
enjoying your husband,"
"As I am enjoying her husband," she said.
"You are my friend and I love you. Edwin
loves you. Can you bring yourself to
return that love?"
"God, I want to, Holly."
"Then, you don't want me to end it?
She'll do whatever I tell her."
"No, don't stop it, Holly."
"Move your hand."
I moved my hands to my sides and Holly
opened my robe, untying the belt. My cock
was as hard and long as it ever had been
in my youth.
"Oh my, Ralph! You are beautiful to me."
She spread my legs, moved in close and
lowered her head over my penis, enclosing
me in her sensuous wet mouth.
"Ummm" she cooed as she bobbed her red
curly head.
My eyes drifted again to my wife and her
pastor. Barbara had learned fellatio well
on Holly's thumb and then my cock. Now
she was using her expertise on someone
else. Edwin's head was thrown back and
at an angle. He was in some kind of
heaven of his own, just as I was.
Holly pulled at my hips, and I slid
forward in response. She lifted my balls
and licked them, sucking each one into her
mouth in turn. I had the feeling now
that I might be getting something that
Barb had not yet learned to do. Then
Holly pushed my scrotum all the way up
against me and rooted around the area
between it and my rectum. When her tongue
entered my anus, I sighed.
I looked again across the room and saw my
naked wife's legs splayed out over Edwin.
With my eyes, I traced the vertebrae that
showed through the skin of her back and
remembered its feel when I ran my fingers
along her spine. Edwin's hands were
cupped on either cheek of Barbara's ass.
I could see his penis glistening as she
pulled up from him, then watched it
disappear as she buried him again, deep
into her body.
Holly's face turned up toward me again,
smiling. She held my cock to her cheek
rubbing its moisture there. She took a
great breath and exhaled. Then she turned
to look across the room. "Ohhh, Ralph, I
want to watch this with you!"
At first, I was a bit disappointed,
thinking she was going to leave my penis
unattended to sit beside me and watch the
spectacle. Instead, she stood in front of
me and disrobed. She characteristically
cocked her head to the side and puckered
her lips, striking a pose. I could see
the patch of red at her center in the
candlelight. "You are lovely Holly,
absolutely lovely."
"Here I come baby," she said, "taking the
plunge!" She turned around, backed up,
and jutted her ass close to my face in a
slow gyration. I marveled at the naked
beauty of her wide hips and plump bottom.
Then she spread open her crevice and
descended on my cock, inserting it an inch
into her pussy. She moved in a slow
rotation, then drove herself down,
directly over me. A loud sigh escaped her
lips. Then as she raised her body to fuck,
the heat and wetness of her pussy sucked
at me. This movement she repeated rapidly
several times, then she slowed. I looked
to see her gazing at her husband who was
now moaning and stabbing himself upward,
into my wife.
"Yes, baby, go! Go Barb!" Holly cheered
in a hoarse voice. Barb turned her eyes
toward us, and smiled, then turned back to
her pleasure. As we watched them, I could
hear Holly, under her breath utter, "Fuck,
Edwin! Fuck her, baby!" Then she watched
in silence, except for her labored
breathing. However, she never stopped
squirming on my cock. Inside her, I felt
some kind of fleshy nub bumping against me
as she rotated and pressed. My palm
played first at her navel, then at hr
pubis.
Barb and Edwin's movements increased.
Barb gripped the back of their couch and
pounded away, strengthening her impact
each time. Then I heard my wife grunt in
sharp ecstasy, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" each "Uh"
punctuated by a thrust of her hips. Then
finally came a long sustained "Ahhhhhh,"
from somewhere deep inside her. Almost
immediately, Edwin fell into a furious
assault, hammering Barbara with lunges
from below. "Oh God, help me!" he called
out, then he arched his quivering body and
uttered something guttural and
unintelligible. He held himself there for
a moment, then lowered himself from
Barbara's body, and she collapsed on him,
panting loudly.
While we had been watching our mates,
Holly was content to pivot her plump ass
slowly, helping my penis feel each wet,
velvety inch of her vagina. I loved the
strange broad press of naked ass against
my lap and belly, a marked change from
Barbara's narrow hips. Now Holly came off
me, turned around and put her lips to my
ear. "Lay down in the floor, Ralph, let's
show them how to do it."
I obeyed and watched in wonder a second
time the spectacle of Holly's red pussy
descending on my cock, this time from the
front. She folded her knees under her,
enabling her ass to literally bounce
against me as she began to thrust. I
turned my head to the side and saw that
Barb was now leaning against Edwin's
chest, relaxing and watching, trance-like.
Her hand held Edwin's shrunken cock and
she stroked it slowly.
I held Barbara's eyes as Holly increased
her fervor and my pelvis began to meet
hers in hard collisions. My semen
gathered quickly then, and launched itself
up into the belly of the other man's wife
leaving utter pleasure in its wake. I must
have roared as Holly kept on beating
against me, close to her own orgasm.
Finally, before I could bring my own
groans to an end, Holly erupted with a
muffled scream. Then she sat up and
ground her ass into me and threw her head
back and sobbed, "God in heaven! God in
heaven! It's so good!"
My hands went to her breasts and massaged
them until her breathing evened out. She
unfolded her legs, sat on my belly and
leaned back on my flexed legs and relaxed.
Our couplings broke up in silence. Each
man put an arm around his own wife and
each couple went to their own room. In
our large shower, both Barb and I stood in
each other's arms, letting the hot water
engulf us. We remained silent, but we
kissed and fondled constantly, washing
each other all over. We slept chest to
chest that night, feeling each other's
breath on our faces. In the dark morning
hours, the embrace loosened. Now, as dawn
broke, I found myself on my back and
Barbara on her side. Her head was on my
shoulder. A breast pressed against my
chest, her leg was flexing across my hips,
moving against my penis.
I turned to her. "How do you feel?"
"I feel wonderful, how do you feel?"
"Fine. What do you think?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Could you do it again? In the future,
with them, I mean?"
"I think so, but not too soon."
"What do you think about this. this
ritual?" I asked.
"I think it was a sex game," she said.
"For you?"
"And for her and Edwin, and probably for
you too, right?"
"Yes. Did you like it?"
"Yes, did you?"
"Yes."
We lay and thought.
"How will you feel about going to church
now, seeing and hearing them every
Sunday?" I asked.
"I'm not going anymore."
"Really?"
"Yes, I can see now what they really are,
what they really want." She was silent a
moment. I think I'll just be like you."
"Really? Like me?"
"Yes," she said, hugging me and lightly
kissing my cheek.
Another minute passed in silence.
"Barb?"
"Yes."
"Did you really learn to suck cock on her
thumb?"
"Yes!" she giggled softly, "How did you
know?"
"She told me."
Barb raised herself on her elbow. "When?"
"Uhhh, last Wednesday, in her office."
"Ralph," she said punching me in the ribs,
"Had you fucked her already?"
"I did not! Had you already fucked
Edwin?"
"No, but I came close."
"Really, when?"
"Well first, you know that night he was
helping me in the kitchen?
"Yes?"
"Well, he kissed me several times and felt
me up. He even had his penis out and made
me play with him."
"Really?"
She hesitated. "No, that's not completely
true. He really didn't have to make me,"
she grinned. "But the close time came
before, when Holly was coaching me. I
was alone with her and she had me on my
knees front of her. She'd slid forward on
her couch and had her fist on top of her.
on top of her pussy, and I was sucking on
her thumb." She giggled. "Gee, it seems
hilarious when I talk about it!"
"Yeah, but it must have been exciting."
"Yes it was. She was moving her fist
around on her pussy, getting pretty worked
up," said Barb.
"Yeah?"
"And I was getting worked up too."
"I can understand that."
"Well, all of a sudden, she jerked her
thumb from my mouth and pushed my face
down into her pussy." Barb laughed again.
"Really?"
"Yes! Well, she still had her panties on
and I had my mouth on them."
"Yeah?"
"Then she said, `Wait Barb,' and made me
lean back. Then she pulled her panties
off."
"What did you do then?"
"I sucked her off!" she said, leaning on
her elbow and squeezing my hardening cock.
"She came over and over! That's the reason
I wanted you to suck me off that day!"
But, what's this about almost fucking
Edwin?"
"Oh! He barged in on us!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes! Holly had already come once, and we
were already going at it again. Suddenly
he just walked in! I was startled and
tried to get up. Holly pulled me back and
said, `Don't you dare stop now!'"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I went back to doing what I was
doing and Edwin just stood there
watching."
"Yes?"
"Then I got lost in her pussy again and I
forgot all about him. Before I knew it,
Edwin was at my ass, lifting my skirt.
Then I felt his penis against me, and I
jumped."
"You did?"
"Yes, it startled Holly too and she said,
`Not now Edwin, not now!'"
"Yeah?"
"Well, he left the room and I finished up
Holly."
"So she liked it?"
"So much so I couldn't wait for you to do
it to me!"
I kissed her. "Well, how did you like
doing it to her?"
"I loved it! You should try it some
time," she said.
"Humm, maybe I will. Why didn't you let
her do you?"
Barbara though a moment. "I don't know,
why don't I try it sometime?" We laughed.
"But, you know," I said, "if you quit
their church, they may not want to
continue the friendship."
"Fuck'em then," she said, grinning. I
laughed to hear Barbara say that.
"Right, fuck'em!" I seconded.
"What are you gonna do about the
investment?"
"I'm not going to invest anything."
She grinned and cocked her head, "Really?"
"Oh, I don't know," I said, "How much do
you think this week-end cost?"
"Beats me, six or eight hundred dollars?
But they didn't pay it."
"I know, but I enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Yes," she smiled.
"And, let's face it, Barb, Holly did help
us, didn't she?"
"Yes!" she said, and kissed me again. "I
love you sweetheart, I'm so happy you're
happy!"
"Likewise, babe. I crossed my hands
behind my head. "But how much has all
this been worth?"
"It's priceless!"
"That's true. To us, it's priceless."
"To them?" she asked.
"Who knows?" I said. "It was a game, just
like you said."
"I'll be happy with whatever you decide,
darling," she said, "But, don't forget,
they won't be getting our tithe anymore."
"Let's go home," I said.
"Let's go."
We packed and tiptoed through the living
room. They had left their bedroom door
open and we could see Holly in bed, on her
stomach, her ass smiling in the morning
light. Barb and I grinned at each other.
By the door, there was a lamp table. On
it I noticed a file folder with a Bible
resting on top of it. I opened the Bible
and slipped a folded sheet of hotel
stationary between its pages. On the
sheet I had written this note: "Dear
friends. Thanks for a wonderful time.
Sorry, there will be no investment.
However, please accept this donation and
our gratitude for your friendship."
Inside the folded note I had placed a
check for five thousand dollars. Barbara
and I were back in Toledo in five hours.
The End
OneGallus@yahoo.com
<1st attachment end>
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format. The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+